He was willing to be untrue to his military
duty for Julie's sake, and his conscience did not reproach him.
"Is the snow diminishing, Weber?" he asked, as they came again into the
little lobby.
"Somewhat, I think, Mr. Scott," replied Weber as he went to the window.
"Are you thinking of pursuit?"
"Such an idea has been in my mind."
"But where and how?"
"My thought is vague yet."
"It's like an Arctic land outside. All footsteps, whether of men or
horses, have been hidden by the snow. There is certainly no trail for us
to follow."
"I know it, Weber, but it seems to me that Mademoiselle Lannes is
calling to me. She tells me to bring her back."
The Alsatian glanced at John, but the young man's face was earnest. It
was evident that he believed what he said.
"Mademoiselle Lannes may be calling to you," he said, "but how can you
go, and where?"
"I don't know," repeated John obstinately, "but I mean to find her."
He walked irresolutely back and forth and his eye fell upon the register
again. Certainly it had been moved once more. He had remembered just how
it lay after he saw Weber's name there, and now it was turned much
further to one side. He snatched up the candle and held it over the open
pages. Then he saw written in a heavy hand just beneath Weber's name:
_Prince Karl of Auersperg, Zillenstein, Tyrol.
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